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You Mad?
I'm delirious with pleasure at this point, embracing him tightly, feeling things everywhere and why? Just because I’m wildly kissing the neck of this forbidden man, causing him sounds that reach deep into my soul and because he’s squeezing my äss like is his lifeguard. I've been in this position before with other men and I haven't felt this way. Not even my first time. I've been doing way worse and I don't feel that way. What's so special about this rude guy? Because it can't just be his physique. Living in LA, I'm more than used to men obsessed with having Hercules’ body. It has to be something else. I don't know, maybe I'm a masochist. Maybe I like to suffer and be humiliated... I wouldn't be too surprised, with the amount of kinks I already have. “Keep going,” he orders again when I
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